 Had to deal with the internet garbage lately : A weird stalking guy absolutly needing to be my facebook friend and a rude greedy blogger absolutly needing me to increase her facebook page. Damn ! All that shit came from facebook ! People forgetting that I'm a human being with a sensitive little heart beating beautifully for peace and love... :) Well, my friends told me to move on, so let's do it, because now the garbage is taken out !   At the moment I'm reading the Keith Haring journal, and I"m wearing Keith Haring paintings, so, I'm totally immersed in Keith Haring ! I worn that for the tape dance class     Did you notice I look like Mona Lisa on the right picture ? Without the smile.  I won't tell you how old I am. My age definitly doesn't define me, my personality, my style. Just let me tell you that I'm a very young old lady, because I like to say that ! French fashion magazines are full of gourous who want to teach me the rules to stand comfortably in the norm : " Sweety Darling, at your age you can't no longer wear short skirts, too bright colors, and don't show your arms, even if it's 36°C outside, cause they're ugly" that brings me about anxiety panicks ! Am I the only black sheep who refuse to feed this reality ? If everybody believes the same thing, it ends to exist, but then, the contrary is possible too. That's how I realized I didn't believe in fashion magazines gospels anymore. I was arrived too far and too deep in my personnal style connecting it with my deeper personality, my history, my soul. And fashion only interests me if it's a mean of expression. So, now you know, I don't listen to the rules. I'm too huge, I'm too blurred, I'm too free, I'm too messy, too evasive. I hate rules, that's surely because I'm an old punk you know ! (yes, I like to say that too about my age !)       I worn that to watch my students passing their Geography exam    |
 Aux commandes
Le Vaisseau Sélénite, which means "the lunar spaceship" is a personnal style blog. Archives
Mars 2015
|
